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10,000th time



I have done this too many times. I met a guy , he wasn't nice or dead gorgeous , but he was sweet. He waits a lot , for me to get ready, to watch an episode with me, for me to calm down. I fell in love...but despite all the cues; he didn't catch me. He let me fall on the cold hard grounding reality, and now my heart and my body is bruised. I keep trying to comfort myself that it will fade out fast, and asking the FAQ's of any love story gone bad like sour yoghurt; "was it something I did or said?" "Did he see something bad about me" "is this God or karma?". And I did the general stuff, fell into a depressive cycle of binge eating and what not. But here I am again,.picking myself up for the 10000th time because I left myself play ice skate on super thing ice. I wish you needed me like I needed you.

But positivity is the watch word for this year, so I am going to stay looking bright and comfort. 
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